OPTIONS:
WAKING UP
You wake up in a studio in an apartment building that's got windows all boarded up. You remember being sick, you remember dying, and you probably can't believe this is the afterlife. If you head out into the hall you'll see that others are heading out too, looking just as confused as you are. All of you died, most of you of the same thing. If you head down to the front office, you'll meet a native resident who will explain in brief that you're in Aqora, a settlement living among the undead and that people like you show up every so often. You'll be given an informational pamphlet, a shitty cell phone, and a walkie. Then you'll be expected to figure it out. No one has time to hold your hand.
EXPLORING
Miscellaneous things here: shops and restaurants turned into places to live, apartments full of people living day to day, the main focus (the library) being the hub where people come to learn and children go to school. Because school never ends, even in the apocalypse. Feel free to buddy up with other newcomers to figure out what the hell is going on.
OR, say you've been here a while. It's time to figure out how to get more supplies! Let's go on a supply run. You'll just be heading out past the barricades to start, and you'll have to dig through buildings to try and find things. If you're lucky, maybe you'll hit a cache. If you're unlucky, you'll find too many undead to fight. No one goes out alone though, so hopefully your partner can help.
"NETWORK"
Someone has set up a rudimentary network using the nearest cell towers. You can communicate with others in the area but only via voice and text. Anything further out is voice only via walkies. You can have a username or leave it blank.
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thebreathing2017-06-15 05:10 pm
Beth Greene (twd)
[Beth wakes with a start, the sound of a gunshot ringing in her ears. She gasps loudly and very nearly almost screams, but her voice doesn't exactly find her right away. Her throat feels thick and scratchy, and her head's a little heavy at the moment. She remembers the hospital. She knows she must've died. But if she's waking up here, she can't be dead. The afterlife isn't supposed to look like this.
So she picks herself up and stumbles her way into the hallway, and slowly makes her way along. She has to stop a few times and clutch hold of the wall every so often, usually when the ringing in her ears got so bad that dizziness set in. Determined to figure out where she is, she eventually finds her way to a local. After hearing the name of this place and hearing more about it, Beth can't help but feel pretty disappointed.
Same shit, different day, and she's got no idea where Aqora falls on a map. So she stands in front of the apartment looking out at the apocalypse around her. She misses her sister and Glen and the rest of their makeshift family. But Beth is stronger now. She can hurt without crumbling apart. She survived Grady and she'll make it through this. She's just got to figure out a plan.
The sound of footsteps coming up behind her draw her attention, but she doesn't flinch or rush into action. They're actual footsteps, not shuffling. With a strained smile on her face, she turns to face whoever it is. She might as well get to work on finding allies.]
Did you just wake up here too?
Exploring: Supply Run
[Beth catches onto life here a lot faster than some of the others. She seems to have a knack for survival routines, particularly ones that involve working with children. She instantly takes up helping out with school and watching after the kids who don't have anyone, and even takes one of the toddlers in under her wing. They had shown up right around the same time as her, a little girl who reminds her too much of Judith. Of course Beth's unable to refuse taking care of her.
She settles into a corner of a shop, keeping to herself for the most part. She doesn't want to be anyone else's burden.
Before, at the prison, she wasn't ever allowed to really go on supply runs. Her daddy just didn't like the idea of it, but she got to go along every now and then under close watch. She had Daryl and the others back then. Now, she's got to rely on herself. So she leaves her little charge back at the library for the afternoon and sets out with a list of things that she wants to try and find for both herself and the baby. The school could use some things, too.
She heads out past the barricades with a partner, but they end up separated and going their own way. It's a stupid move, she knows. She's only armed with a hunting knife, and she's not exactly a skilled fighter. Still, she makes her way toward what looks like it used to be a big name discount store and cautiously makes her way inside. It's huge and eerie, and any little sound echoes throughout the whole place. So she moves fast, stocking up on baby formula and diapers. She grabs clothes and some toys too, making them all fit into her backpack and big old bag she's got slung across her chest.
It's while she's in the middle of getting some clothes for herself that she hears someone approaching. With shaky hands, she gets her knife out and holds it at the ready.]
I know somebody's there. Come on out and let me see you.
[She sounds brave enough, but her voice trembles and betrays her. She's terrified of being here alone, and knows she's in over her head if whoever's here with her isn't a friendly face.]
Supply Run
And for him, there was no mistaking Beth for anyone else.
He'd been fighting the idea that this place was some sort of afterlife for the few days he and Jesus had been here. Seeing her, though, he couldn't help but accept it. He'd carried her out of the hospital in his arms. Blood dripping from the hole in her head that asshole cop had blasted into it before he delivered one through her head in return.
Daryl gulped and blinked for a second, mind blanking on anything to say. He just ended up staring with tears forming in his eyes.]
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There's a slight intake of air before she's moving forward, wordlessly crushing herself against him with a tight hug. He's not really the hugging type, but he'll have to make an exception this time.]
You've got no idea how good it is to see you again.
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His arms closed around her with only a second of hesitation. Like he needed the moment to understand and process that she was really there. After that, it was like he'd always been the hugging type. He held her firmly against him, head dropping as far as it could to rest against the top of her as his body shook with small sobs between whispered apologies.]
'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't- I tried and you still- I'm sorry.
exploring.
of course he is. he's built for it from the ground up and there's no denying that his oddly squirrel-like (or ninja-like, if you're feeling kind) abilities help out along the way. it's been a pretty good day with his partner, with whom he communicates mostly in gestures.
which would explain why beth wouldn't have heard paul or the woman he's working with - colleen - they haven't been talking. They split up at the doors of the store to go comb through aisles and pick what they can - it's slow picking and by the time he hears someone demanding things of him it's too late. stupid, stupid, stupid. should have been paying more attention.
paul steps out from around a corner slowly, hands at his sides but bent up at the elbows to show his open and empty hands. ] Hi.
[ nailed it. ] My name is Paul. Colleen and I are on a run from Aqora. That where you're from?
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I'm not from there, but it's where I woke up.
[It feels important to make that distinction. She doesn't want to think of Aqora as home. It isn't the farm or the prison, not without any of her family here.]
My name's Beth. I came out this way with someone, but we were separated.
[He isn't attacking her yet, so she feels alright loosening her hold on the knife so she can shift the weight of the heavy bag that's hanging over her shoulder.]
I'm getting things for the school, if you wanna help.
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[ paul's entire stance is non-threatening. he finally lowers his hands when beth seems to relax marginally. he nods slightly. ] Colleen is on the other side of the store looking through things. How have you been doing with the school supplies? I'd like to help.
[ he does seem oddly at ease with a knife on him, anyway. looking for school supplies gives a certain purpose to the conversation so he starts doing that while he considers what to say next. ] What's it like where you're from?
[ a beat. ] Anyone from there here? There's only one person I know here. We... [ a longer pause. ] I guess you could say we got here together.
exploring;
What he isn't ready for is a female voice calling out as he stuffs supplies into his pack. ]
Huh?
[ He stands up and stretches onto his toes, peering over the top of the shelf towards where he thinks the voice came from. It's hard to tell with how things echo in here.
Sure enough there's a blond girl standing in the aisle, pointing a knife in his general direction. This could be bad, Steve thinks, if she's from a different settlement. He's never hurt a human -- only monsters -- and isn't going to start now. So when he steps out into the aisle where she can see him his hands are up disarmingly and his expression is mild and friendly. ]
Hey. Glad you're not a zombie... I'm Steve, what's your name?
waking up.
No. I've always been here. Since the beginning when everything fell down.
[ it's not a ploy for sympathy from a stranger: it's simply a baseline, a statement of fact. she sighs, running her fingers though her hair with her left hand and extending her right. ] I'm Morna. I take care of supplies around here. It's nice to meet you, but I'd much rather it be under better circumstances.